posted 04-25- 11:23 AM               

While playing with computer games, we often (well at least this happens to me sometimes) forget thinking what it was like during those horrible year's...so please read and never stop THINKING

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...back on England from the French front 1940..
It was good to see people again an to swap stories, but there were so many old friends missing. Five of my own group of twenty had been killed and there were letters to write to bereaved relatives. There was one man, officially missing, I could not track down. He had been a dispatch rider and I hardly seen him after the beginning of May, altough he was theoretically part of my command. The dispatch riders were always busy elsewhere. In peacetime we had competed together in motorcycle trials, representing the regiment. I was very fond of him. After considerable effort, I eventually found him in a lunatic asylum in XXXXX.
I went to the hospital and there he was, sitting up in bed looking perfectly well. We where delighted to see each other and we talked for a while and I answered all the man's questions about the regiment and about who had survived and who had been killed. Then the man said: "Shall I tell you what happened to me in France sir?" And I said, please do. "Well," he said, "I was on my motorcycle doing a job for the colonel and I was at a crossroads in a village and there were masses of refugees there, there was a traffic jam. And the Germans came over and they bombed it, and it was a dreadful scene and I was blown off my motorcylcle and I found myself beside a little boy of about five and he'd had his legs blown off. And he was blinded in one eye and he was in terrible pain and I took him in my arms and I could see he was dying and I took out my revolver and shot him, sir. I did do right, didn't I ?" I said, "Yes, you did do right, I would have done the same." And we talked of other things, and then he said, "Shall I tell you what happened to me in France sir?" and he did it again all the way through. And then the nurse came in and she said, "You must leave him now." And I said, "Does he do that all the time?" She said, "He never stops. Over and over and over again he tells that story. And I don't know whether we'll ever be able to cure him."
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As I read this lines from a great book my eyes where slowly filling with tears...no I'm not ashamed of it. So please never stop thinking and never forget. Talk with your childrens and explain them what war is like, so they can give it, or tell it, to their children and so on.